Death Golf Poems

People always tell me that  

What to do with my bat  

After practicing a bit  

I will try to make a hit...

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Both Zane and I
            stood, rigid with terror,
      ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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"Just block out memory," the analyst tells me.
Yet images of my friend, emaciated, persist.

His last day - I scream at the nurse,
   ...

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The Country Club of walking death,
calls out across the ferns

The 1st hole starts with pain unmatched,
its traps to flame and burn

The 9th hole calls you...

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golfer cheats on score
exclusive country club course
Reaper carries clubs...

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he comes for me now
the old cold specter of death
too late God was first...

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I hate the humidity
I hate what it does
I hate wearing sunscreen
I hate all the bugs
I like the thirties
I like wearing gloves
But I also like the...

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(strike while the iron's hot, else...
up prize cold hard steel Goldfinger
rewind: the following case in point).

Believe me you (stranger out there
along the information super highway),
perhaps...

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After chewing shoe leather they called steak, 
in the Pencey cafeteria, 
Mal, Ackley, and I enjoyed a winter afternoon on campus, 
on the bus, and...

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